X #2
She said nothing to indicate that she had noticed anything out of the way, and the major politely excused himself, saying that he must find his next partner.
Rory was silent, cheering up only when her own partner came to claim her hand for the minuet.
Nell was engaged to dance it with Mr. MacElroy, who strolled up but a moment later, apologizing for keeping her waiting.
“’Twas this demmed lace,” he moaned, showing her the delicate edging of his cuff. “M’ last partner had a demmed bracelet, kept catching in it. Beg pardon, Miss Lindale, but knew you’d understand.”
Nell grinned at him and assured him that she had not been waiting long.
There was scarcely a dance after that for which her hand was not engaged, and by the time Huntley informed her that he had called for his carriage, her feet hurt and she was beginning to yearn for her bed.
Rory had been enjoying herself hugely, however, so she had disliked suggesting departure before.
She had not seen hide nor hair of the major and could only be thankful that her niece was enjoying herself without flirting any further with him.
Rory agreed quickly when Nell told her that Huntley was ready to depart.
She smiled at friends as they passed and retained her gay attitude until they were actually inside the carriage, when she slumped back against the squabs and went silent.
The coachman gave his horses the office, and the carriage lurched forward.
“Rory, dear,” Nell said after a silent moment or two, “do you feel quite the thing?”
“I expect I’m just tired, Aunt Nell,” the girl said quietly. “It was a very nice evening.”
“’Tis no wonder if you’re tired,” Huntley murmured. “’Twould be even more wonderful if there is a scrap of leather left to the soles of your slippers. You must have stood up for every dance.”
“Yes, I think I did,” Rory answered politely. But then her voice changed oddly. “At least, nearly every one.”
In the light from the carriage lamps Nell could see an expression of unhappiness flit across the younger girl’s face.
She wanted to ask her about it, but decided the timing was not good.
Better to wait until they were alone. Instead, she drew Huntley into conversation with herself, letting Rory have a semblance of privacy for her own thoughts.
He responded easily enough, and they discussed the various gentlemen who had followed his lead in asking Nell to dance, laughing together over MacElroy’s snagged lace.
Pavingham was waiting to admit them to the house, and Huntley stepped inside to bid them good night. Rory was still silent, but Nell thanked him warmly for escorting them, and he turned to take his leave.
“My lord, wait.” Rory’s words were spoken low, but he heard them and turned back, an expression of polite inquiry on his face. Nell stared at her niece, then realized Rory was looking with some misgiving at Pavingham, who lingered in the hall waiting to put out the candles behind them.
“Shall we go into the saloon?” Nell asked, looking directly at her niece.
“Oh, no—that is …” She glanced at Pavingham again. “Oh, very well, perhaps it would be better.”
“Tea, Miss Nell?”
“No, thank you, Pavingham. His lordship will be leaving directly. Perhaps, however, you will inform Madge and her ladyship’s Sadie that we are returned.”
With Pavingham satisfactorily disposed of, she turned her attention to Rory again, drawing her gently into the green saloon and waiting until Huntley had shut the door behind them. Then another thought occurred to her.
“Do you wish to be private with his lordship, my dear? I shall go upstairs if you like.” She glanced at Huntley, who looked only puzzled.
“No.” Rory nearly clutched at her arm. “I want to speak to both of you. I-I behaved badly this afternoon, and I must make you both m-my profoundest apologies. I-I didn’t know what would happen.
Please believe me. But I made such a figure of myself, and I know that you, at least, my lord, were prodigiously angry with me.
And, Aunt Nell, you have been so kind to me.
To serve you such a trick when you trusted me …
” She broke off, looking perilously near to tears, and Nell stepped quickly forward to place a reassuring arm around her shoulders.
“There, there, dear heart,” she said quietly. “’Twas nothing that cannot be mended. Even his lordship has said so.” She glanced beseechingly at him, astonished to see amusement flickering in his eyes. But he responded quickly enough.
“Indeed, Aurora, you have not ruined yourself or anyone else,” he said lightly. “You behaved badly, but I daresay you will have learned a valuable lesson from it all and will never do such a foolish thing again.”
Rory stiffened but recollected herself immediately and murmured something about how good he was to see the matter in such a light. Then she turned to Nell.
“Will you excuse me, ma’am? I-I find I can scarcely keep my eyes open.”
Nell nodded. “Of course, dear. I shall come with you. Good night, my lord.”
“One moment, if you please, Miss Lindale. Aurora will not mind if I detain you for a moment or two. Good night, Aurora.”
Rory didn’t hesitate to leave them, and Nell turned back to Huntley the moment the door had shut behind her. “Well, sir, I scarcely like to think what Pavingham will think if he returns to find us closeted together like this.”
“Worried about your reputation, Nell?”
She twinkled up at him. “No, my lord, about yours. I am a respectable spinster lady, you know. ’Tis your credit that would suffer were my servants to think you were trifling with me.”
He chuckled appreciatively. “I had hoped for praise from you for my deft handling of that little situation.”
“Praise, sir?”
“Indeed. I followed your orders, I think, by saying nothing more about the business. However, I did not notice that she was particularly appreciative to be let off easily. Did you say something to her earlier that led to that affecting little scene?”
“No, indeed I did not,” Nell replied, wrinkling her brow as she thought back over the evening behind them.
In her mind’s eye she saw a picture of Rory returning to her side upon Major Talcott’s arm and, remembering their expressions, had no difficulty determining the fact that he was responsible for the apology they had just received.
She glanced uncertainly at his lordship.
“I-I daresay she simply decided that an apology was in order.”
“Just as I expected,” he pointed out. “Told you so from the outset. Aurora is not completely thoughtless, merely a bit spoiled. I daresay the incident has been preying upon her mind since this afternoon, and it just spilled over once we were all together and could be private.”
“Perhaps you are right, sir,” Nell returned, keeping her thoughts to herself. “And it was kind of you not to scold, when I know you must have been longing to do so.”
“Nothing of the sort,” he retorted. “Your brother is the only one I’ve got harsh words for now. Aurora, though she ought to have known better than to drink the stuff, had no means of knowing what would happen to her. But he knew perfectly well and deserves to be soundly thrashed.”
“You …”
He chuckled. “Don’t worry. I’ll give the lad a rare dressing, but nothing more. That much I can promise you. I am not given to violence, my dear.”
Nell was nearly as certain as she could be that the business had not been entirely Kit’s doing, nor that of his friends.
But she could imagine no good to be gotten out of arguing the point with Huntley just now.
Besides, Kit could take care of himself, and one of Huntley’s thundering scolds would do him no harm, so without further discussion, she bade his lordship good night and took herself up to her niece’s bedchamber.
Upon being told she might enter, Nell pushed open the door to discover the Lady Aurora wrapped in a fluffy confection of ribbons and lace and seated at her dressing table, while Sadie meticulously brushed out the long, golden tresses.
“What a very fetching night dress, my dear,” Nell said, reaching out her hand to take the brush from the maid. “Here, Sadie, I’ll do that. I wish to speak privately with her ladyship.”
“But, I always see my lady to bed, miss.”
Nell caught Rory’s eye in the looking glass.
“You may go, Sadie,” the girl said quietly.
Accepting the silver brush from the maid’s reluctant hand, Nell applied it rhythmically to the silky golden curls. “Thank you, dearest. I thought we should have a little talk.”
“Are you still vexed with me, Aunt Nell?” Rory looked a trifle anxious as she waited for the response.
“Not vexed, precisely,” Nell replied, “but I am disturbed and think we should perhaps discuss the matter.”
“Well, I think everyone is making a great piece of work about nothing,” said Rory sulkily.
She began toying with the hairpins on the dressing table before her, absently making patterns with them, then she glanced up again, catching Nell’s eye in the mirror.
“Was it truly awful? I don’t care about Huntley’s opinion.
He’s always stuffy. But Gid—But you,” she corrected herself quickly, “are not. So if I truly vexed you, I am sorry for it. However, I have already apologized, so I cannot think why we must discuss the matter any further.”